Under the Cypress Trees

He could see the inner turmoil she felt within her eyes. She was contemplating what to do, and if she were a smart mutt, she would remain where she was. Salmon tongue swiped his lips as he watched her hungrily. His instincts dared her to flee, but temptation for something more hoped she would be still- and she was. Instead of fleeing she sat down and folded her legs before her. "Good." He thought to himself as he watched her practically submit beneath his power. He loved putting others into submission, especially when he didn't even have to physically touch them. True power comes from the mind, and if he could put this mutt into submission by taking a few steps, who knows what else he could do.

"Chucho decisi?n inteligente." (smart decision mutt) He almost purred as he took another step toward her. She was sitting down, and he hadn't gotten a full 360 look at her, so he took it upon himself to do so. With deathly sly movements the man made his way around the female slowly. He wanted to see what she had to offer, drink her perfume, and taste the moisture that dripped from her pores. He wanted her all. "How could I not stop you?" By this time he had come around her right side and was emerging from her left- but instead of coming forward to meet her face to face her stopped. Dangerous intentions would flow from his maw as he dared to come closer, wanting to push his nose into her shoulder so he could inhale her deeply. "Eres muy deseable, Paloma."(you are very desirable, little dove)




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